Sunday, September 27, 2009

Have you ever been amazed at how civilized we humans are?

We can sit at the saloon for hours, letting people put chemicals on our hair, and not complain a word.
We can sit quietly and let the doctor insert a needle into us to get our blood.
We can endure the pain that comes with having braces, even if it means we can't eat properly.
We can insert coloured plastic in our eyes and get content at how nice it looks.

Amazing, right? Try doing that to a monkey.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Yeah this is a lazy update. I was playing with my touch's TapWord app the other day.

Jay FTW!

I know I'm supposed to write about the meeting with SS501 but... lazy lah. Sudah weeks past anyway =S

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Korea for Jay! Or Gay!

I will use the word "gay" as often as possible from now on. As nouns or adjectives I don't care. As long as it sounds right to me, ogay?

Seems like some childish tribute for Jay but I don't give a gay-ing care, at least until Jaebeom returns to gay Korea, because I'm starting to feel that using gay seems very gay, it's not a very compatible word like bloody or fucking.

What the gay hell am I talking about. Losing my jay mind.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

For Jay,

I feel so helpless. I can't do a thing. My heart is broken. I'm just sitting here and lamenting, there's nothing I can do. It's hard for everyone, I have to accept the truth as much as I hate it. If it's this hard for me how hard would it be for them. I've been crying but I need to get back to my life. It's hard, it'll take time. This should not have happened, this should not be happening. I'm not sure what to do, what to believe in. I keep refreshing my twitter every few seconds, but alas miracle does not happen often. And he's really leaving for god knows how long. I would like to cry, but I'm stunned. It's all so sudden, no one's prepared for this, not even the proud nation which despised him. I'm sorry for not being able to do anything. I hate being in this state.

He says sorry, and bows. The clock strikes 6.30. Going, going and gone.

I don't care about the past, I'm hating the present, and I can only hope for the future. Will there be a future where I will see you again? Will there be 2PM with Jay again?